10 Reasons to Do Yoga At Home

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1. It’s free.

2. Skip all your least favorite poses.

3. Avoid the rain, snow, sleet, hail, apocalypse.

4. You pick the music.

5. No need to make sure your clothes match.  Or are clean.

6. 30 minute savasana?  Yes, please.

7. Your pet’s love for you will reach a whole new level.

8. You can keep your dinner plans and get your practice in.

9. There’s alway enough space.

10. You will deepen your practice.  Having time to sit in a pose and feel it out is important.  Take the cues from class and repeat them at home.  Listen to your body and flow with the rhythm of your heart.  Play a song on repeat.  Spend half an hour on balancing.  When you practice at home your time is just for you.

Starting a home practice can be a daunting task.  If you are looking for tools to take your yoga with you and are located in the Central Jersey area, join me for a Home Practice Workshop.

Located at HIP Lifestyle Studio
Somerville, NJ
Sunday February 16th, 11:30-1:30
Call 908-672-2758 or email kimakje@gmail.com

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Why You Shouldn’t Start Yoga

You shouldn’t do yoga… unless you want to change your life.  Yoga will change your life.  Whether you openly invite it into your life or begrudgingly tag along to the studio with a friend, it will change your life, for better or worse.  It will grab you and shake you and force you to take a look at all the skeletons you piled in the closet.

How do I know this?  Because it happened to me.

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A Tree Says…

IMG_1387“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men,

IMG_1314 like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

IMG_2369A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neitherIMG_1357 here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

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Cry, cry, cry…if you can

Sometimes you just need to cry.  Sometimes you need it so bad.  There is tension in your shoulders and a pain in your heart.  You know that tears will relieve it.  They won’t come.

You try to coax them out.  Breathe into the pain.  Sink your mental teeth into the saddest thought you can find and tear it apart, wait for the flood.  Still it doesn’t come.

You court them like a lover.  Romance them with sad songs and maudlin movies.  Share a glass of wine, or three.  They’ve broken up with you without any notice.

Maybe you try other outlets.  Hip openers.  Running.  Journaling with angry words and capital letters.  Picking fights.  Memories.  Pictures.

Nothing.

All you feel is empty.

Nothing.

Empty.

You wait.  They will come.